Hmm. Well, I just had the fun of watching an amusing movie called "For Your Consideration". It's a comedy about movie-making, made by the same people who did "A Mighty Wind". In it a hapless movie crew and producer, etc. work on filming a really dreadfully bad little movie which ends up having high Oscar hopes for at least 3 of the actors....and everybody concerned starts getting just a tad overwrought about it. ;-) I'ts a great comedy about Hollywood hype, sleazy management, bad acting, dreadful hairpieces (and you thought Shatner's was bad?), egos gone wild, and general showbiz BS and insincerity.

In it there is a really neat ventriloquism skit by a British comedienne named Nina Conti who does a delightfully whimsical weather report for a fictional morning show called "Wake Up, L.A.!" with her partner "Monk" (a monkey hand puppet). So I looked her up on Youtube.

Yeah. Just because I wasn't going to let him up until he'd eaten it all, too.

'Sokay. A few years later he hit me over the head with a toy gun, just like we'd seen Gene Autry do in a movie. Only in the movie the guy who got hit didn't bleed all over.

Or when Mom walked into the bedroom and found her three sons "swordfighting" with the knives they'd swiped from the dinner table. She didn't put knives on the table again until we were in college -- well, she put one, at her plate, we all had to share.

I went to a one-year-old's birthday party once. My father and mother and grandparents were there and I blew out the single candle without a problem. Then I am told that I decided to eat the cake no-hands.

The next year I went I another one-year-old's party, that of my brother. He too blew out the candle, and then I helped him to taste the cake, no-hands. That got me in trouble for some reason or other.

IOh, no, not groans...more like looks around with joy, bewilderment, a scowl of "Huh" like import, and bopping at things at random, and making firm announcements to the celebrants, like "BAP!" and "MAWAH!!".

I'll leave a bowl of my green chile stew (from the famous New Mexico Hatch chile peppers) in the fridge for later. First time I've made it myself--it came out okay. I have friends in New Mexico who buy pounds and pounds of these peppers to freeze and use through the year. They're very nice (and were roasted at the market today).

MOM, I see the boys have abandoned you and just left SRS and me to keep you up. It's always the women that do all the housework (sigh).

I see SRS gave you a nice snack a while ago, but I'm sure you'd like something else to tide you over for the night. How about a nice cup of tea and some of these lemon tarts I made using the lemons off my own tree? Special eh!

Got some nice music here too that you might like - the soundtrack from Amelie. Chanteyranger sent it to me when he was my Secret Santa last year. There you are, all nice and comfy. G'night MOM!

Looks like it's just me here today, Mom. Want a sandwich and a glass of iced tea while I'm getting one for myself?

What kind?

Er, leftovers. There's some ham, and I'll scrape the mold off of the cheese--no, wait, that's Parmesian, not so good on ham sandwiches. Ham, tomato, lettuce, mayo or mustard. How's that sound? And a slice of banana bread fresh this morning for dessert.

The guys don't know what they're missing . . . this banana bread is to die for . . .

I think she'd be a marvelous Secret Santa, all things considered. Each of her most faithful contributing something to the package, from all around the world. The difficulty comes when one person is assigned Mom as their secret Santee.

I have a cat who swears all of the time. He usually uses the Domestic Shorthair dialect, with a Siamese accent. I know he's swearing by his body language, the look in his eye, and the insistence of his tone. It usually means he wants someone to go lie down so he can take a nap on their chest or he wants to be fed. He takes a great deal for granted, much like a teenager.

That was another totally dumbass, decadent, nihilistic song by the fecking Who....dedicated to the popular premise of the time that one never has to grow up at all, and hopefully never will.

Man, I hated what they were putting across, but I must admit they often did it with great panache and style. Good stage show.

Here's a video from Monterrey Pop in which those selfsame four talented idiots completely destroy their instruments AND all the sound equipment at the end of the show. I'd have enjoyed seeing them put on a desert island for that to bust rocks for about 3 years or so, till they sobered up and learned something.

I always thought that people slightly older than I am, such as Rapaire, were ganging up on me. Now I realize that it really is true. The last time Rapaie claimed to be going to a library conference he was actually attending this high-school reunion. He's the one singing lead.